Monthly Archives: March 2017

Oh, baby.
We
are getting too loose
for
this life,
filled with the layers
of
what we
need to do,
aligned
with
the
crosshairs
that pinpoint
our decisions.

We are
getting too strong
for these weak muscles,
so let’s
not
blow our cover
in this
undercover
sting
of sorts. Like
an inspector
who
forgets
to jot down
the in between
notes,
or
a doctor
who lets
his degrees
speak
too much.

See, we are
here
and acutely
in the present tense.
Let time
heal these wounds,
so
our true moment will
find itself
through the same path
we
found each
other.

much
truth to the
negative space,
that
we keep
hidden,
like a
room
in one’s
house
that’s meant
to
be seen and
not
heard,
or the
simple answer
of
what truly
defines
why we share
the
same
physical space,
and
leave so
much
room in our hearts
to
find fault.
We love,
then
we run from the
same
love
in order
to
find
more love.
See,
we run
then
let love
turn
against
us like immaturity
not
yet dealt with.
See,
we run then
find fault
in
the street
for not
propelling us
past
the finish line.